Stripes
Her legs had given out at the fourth crack of the whip but the chains that bound her to the wall kept her knees an inch off the floor and now her wrists bore all her weight. She was bare to the waist and her hair was bound crudely over one shoulder so that it would not get caught up in the motion of the lash. The sound of creaking leather had her cringing involuntarily and she bit hard on the leather gag that muffled the screams torn from her throat as he laid the thirteenth stripe down her back.
Prompt - #49 Stripes from the Jareth/David Bowie Fangirl Harem 100 themes list
Probably not as clean as it could be, but I needed to just go ahead and post it in the hopes that it will stop haunting me. This has been interfering with other writing.